*sigh* Well, my worst neg (in my mind anyway) came this past summer. It wasn't bad in that I was too far off but it was just one that I really, really should have had. I call it my "Aaron Burr" moment after one of the earliest "Got Milk" ads. For those of you who don't know I'm currently in grad school studying medieval literature particulalry Anglo-Saxon lit. My favorite poem is Beowulf. I love it. It's my e-mail address, I own numberous translations, I even learned Old English just to read it in the original. I walked a hell of a long way through London to go see the original manuscript. When I got there I cried. Get the point? Well, at this summer tournament (Bryce Avery's singles tourney) this tossup begins. It says something about Tolkien. I'm thinking to myself "this one isn't about Lord of the Rings it's about his work as a translator". I hear something about a dark, rich drink and buzz in. I say 'mead'. Why mead? I don't know. I was wrong. The next two words of the tossup were "Seamus Heaney". I think they heard me screaming 10 miles away. Afterwards, my buddies were asking me how early I nailed the Beowulf question. I think the look on my face said it all. Rick
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